Miles

by H. J. Bellus

  I smile and Miles flips me over to my back.

  “My turn, crazy girl.”

  Wrapping my legs around Miles’ waist, I pull him down and begin to kiss him. I feel his hand make a very sneaky trail down my breast, over my belly, and in between my legs. Without warning, he shoves his fingers into me, causing me to scream. He covers my mouth with his as he slowly starts to massage my clit while he relentlessly pounds into me. My hips join in on the rhythm and my screams continue, but are muffled by Miles’ mouth. He instantly stops and parts his lips away from me.

  “Can you promise to be quiet?” he asks.

  Out of breath, I reply, “Fuck, no. Fuck, Miles I was about to go.”

  “I know,” he chuckles.

  “Fucker! Get back to work.”

  “Here, put this over your mouth and scream into it,” he says as he hands me a pillow.

  And before I know what’s happening, Miles is centered between my legs, lapping and licking, and I really start to scream. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I beg Miles to go faster and harder. His tongue and fingers deliciously work in unison to send me over the edge. I’m riding out the wave of my orgasm when I hear his bedroom door fly open.

  “Miles, you fucker. Thanks for calling.” The blond man in the doorway has no clue that Miles is currently eating out the pussy of a woman because he’s staring intently down at his phone. It takes him about ten seconds before he looks up.

  “Jesus Christ, Miles.”

  Miles flies up over me to cover as much skin as possible.

  “Fuck, Lance. Nothing like fucking knocking before you come in.

  “Fuck. You never bring a girl home.”

  “Get the fuck out and quit arguing.”

  The man turns around and leaves.

  “I am so sorry, baby. That’s Lance, one of my best friends. He must have spotted my car.”

  “He saw us and then just stood there,” is all I can manage to get out.

  “I’ll kick his ass. I’m sorry. Let me get dressed and go see what he needs.”

  Miles peels away from me and begins throwing his clothes on from the floor. He leans over me in the bed, and whispers, “This ain’t over, crazy girl. I’m going balls deep tonight.”

  He then kisses me before I can scold his ass for being so disgusting.

  “Miles, only you would promise a girl that.”

  “I’ll be back,” he says as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

  On the several hour drive here, I promised myself that I would learn everything about Miles, from his nasty past to all of his bright spots that thrive here in his hometown. I climb out of his bed and find my clothes scattered everywhere in his bedroom and can’t help but giggle about how out of control we were. I look into the shattered mirror next to his dresser to readjust my not very messy bun on the top of my head. As I put my lace headband back in place, I notice a picture of me taped on his wall right above his dresser. There’s a single fortune taped on it: “Beautiful things await you.”

  It’s a picture from one of our swimming trips. I’m sitting on Miles’ lap in a bright neon green chevron patterned bikini that he and Annie bought for me. One of his arms is wrapped around my middle, holding me tight, and his other arm is stretched out to take our selfie while his lips are kissing my cheek. It’s the first reminder of how truly happy he makes me. Taking the picture from the wall, I notice there’s writing on the back.

  This is my girl. I only pray that one day she will love me. I found her by accident, but will hold onto her forever. Please just let this one thing in my life work, God. Let her still love me after she knows my whole story. Don’t let my circumstances ruin this. Not this time. I love this crazy girl.

  Miles is such a broken soul held together by sheer determination of not allowing life to tear him to shreds. How he was ever there for me day after day, I’ll never know. Not once did he complain or hint about how hellish his life has been. Nope, instead he enjoys every single moment of life like a rare gift. He’ll never know how close I was to ending everything before he saved me, or know that there was never a chance of losing me because our hearts were born to love each other. We have that type of love that cannot be destroyed. It may hurt and sting, but it will never be destroyed by his mother or my family.

  I snag a pen and also write on the back of the picture.

  This crazy girl met a big goofy kid one day, and her heart never had a chance of not loving him forever. Miles, I will love you now and forever. Your Crazy Girl.

  The sun is going down outside, and although it’s warmer here in California, I throw on Miles’ hoodie and head across the street. The devil is asleep as I pass her on the couch. Thank the lord because I’m not strong willed enough to not engage her in a verbal attack. Stepping out of the trailer, I’m quickly reminded of how wobbly the fucking steps are.

  The trailer park has definitely sprung to life since Miles and I pulled in. The evening must pull everyone out of their trailers. Loud music and children playing catch fill the road. I spot Miles sitting on the back of his car while his friend and a couple other guys stand around shooting the shit. The sounds of about a hundred barking dogs fill the air, and I hear some cat calls and whistling from a couple trailers down. I could stop and stare at all the activity around me and analyze all the happenings going on, but instead I put my head down and walk towards Miles.

  “Willow,” I hear Miles holler, so I pick up my pace.

  He jumps off the back of the car and scoops me up in his arms, kissing me hard. He grabs my ass cheeks and hoists me up to his previous spot on the trunk of the car.

  “Jesus. Miles, I thought she was gonna be a fucking ugly one since you had a pillow over her face while chowing box,” the blond guy fires off.

  “You asshole.”

  “Well, you did.”

  “Lance, you’ve probably never been able to make a girl scream, so you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

  “Fuck off, dickweed,” the blond guy says as the rest of the men howl in laughter.

  As for me, I’m currently a shade of purple listening to the men talk about chowing box and making women scream. Miles leans back between my legs and rest his elbows up on my knees.

  “This is my girl, Willow.”

  “Miles ain’t ever brought anyone home. He’s had plenty of women, but never brought one home to the park,” the dark haired one says.

  “Yeah, we don’t call him Miles the machine for nothing,” the third guy chirps.

  “Enough,” Miles finally declares.

  “Willow, this is Lance, Tommy, and Luke. We all grew up together.”

  “Hey,” I squeak and wave my hand.

  Lance says, “You’re fucking hot, I’d never cover your face.”

  Miles lunges forward and punches him in the chest. Tommy and Luke just laugh like this is typical shit that goes down between these two all the time. I notice that all of Luke’s knuckles are scabbed over and he has quite the shiner on his left eye. These boys look like the neighborhood boys that you don’t fuck with. I guess besides being utterly embarrassed in front of them, this is one thing going my way tonight.

  “So, you fighting tonight or what, you pussy?” Tommy finally asks.

  Miles looks back at me, and nods. “Yeah, I need at least two more fights to get Mom the meds she needs.”

  “Fuck yeah! Can’t wait to see you get your pussy kicked,” Lance squeals.

  “Fuck, Lance, you know nobody ain’t ever beat Miles’ ass. Hell! The last two times he fought he didn’t even get as much as a scrape,” Tommy quickly defends.

  “Let’s go fucking kick some bitches’ asses,” Luke says as he walks towards the large SUV parked behind Miles’ car.

  “You driving?” Lance asks.

  “Yeah, I’ll drive my car,” Miles says.

  “Don’t look so shocked, buttercup. Your man is the one everyone wants to fight and all the chicks want. Looks like you’re on the winning team.”


  The three men climb into the black Escalade and Miles walks over to me. He grabs my bottom jaw and gently closes it. I start to shake my head side to side, letting him know that I’m scared and that this is a stupid idea.

  “This is how I survive, Willow. I need to fight for money, and to let out the fucking demons building up inside me.”

  “I’m scared, Miles.”

  “You want to stay with Wynnie? You don’t have to go.”

  “What if you don’t come back?”

  Miles chuckles. “I’ll come back. Don’t be dramatic. I might come back a bloody mess, but I’ll be back.”

  “I want to go,” I say.

  “Good, because I want to fuck you on my car after I kick someone’s ass.”

  “Miles,” I squeal.

  ***

  We roll into a vacant lot littered with trash and several other cars. A large bonfire is blazing with a large crowd circled around it. Miles doesn’t park where the other cars are, he keeps on driving into the center of the crowd and parks right up front. The crowd parts as he drives through it and several people slap the top of his car and start chanting his name. I even see some girls flash their boobies at him.

  “Quite the fucking hero, uh?” I ask with venom lacing my voice.

  “Willow.”

  “Miles.”

  “Don’t be mad.”

  “I’m not mad. I’m fucking pissed. First, you’re gonna fight, which scares the shit out of me. But we get here and women are already flashing their scuzzy titties at you.”

  Miles puts the car into park and turns to me. “This is my past. You are my future. You’re mine. I don’t care about any other women. I need to fight and I need you here.”

  “Fine,” I pout.

  “Let’s go, baby. I’ll make you proud,” he says as he drags me out the driver’s side of the car.

  The women instantly back off when they see me on Miles’ arm. Several of them whisper to each other and I hear some say, “Who’s that? Miles never has a woman.”

  There’s already a fight going on between two scrawny men when we show up. We’re offered a couple of beers and settle on Miles’ hood to watch the fight. His boys show up and gather around us, too. It’s very obvious that Lance is some type of bookie, setting up fights and collecting money. Several people put hundreds of dollars on Miles. I even hear Luke’s name mentioned several times. The whole thing starts to freak me out as several fights pass.

  The women get more comfortable and start encroaching our space as the night goes on. One blonde in particular has not taken her eyes off Miles. She’s now dry humping Luke while eye fucking Miles. I lay my head back on his shoulder and whisper in his ear, “Who’s the blonde?”

  “An ex,” he whispers back.

  “Are there any female fights?”

  “Willow.”

  “Well, can women fight?”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to scratch her motherfucking eyeballs out if she tries to get your attention one more time.”

  “Stop, Willow.”

  “No, she’s pissing me off,” I say as I slam my second beer.

  “You’re not a fighter. You’re a lover.”

  “You’re right. I am a lover.”

  With his words, an ingenious idea hits me. I turn to face him and straddle his lap. Miles just chuckles because he can read me like a book. I spy the blonde nudging herself closer to the car with my movement.

  “Get a fucking room,” I hear Lance shout.

  Others shout, “Get our boy loosened up to kick some ass.”

  “Fuck, Miles has never been seen with a girl out in public. Her pussy must be magic.”

  Miles tenses up at the last comment, but I whisper into his mouth, “It’s either this show or I fucking bash in Blondie’s face.”

  “You and that mouth are about to make me blow my load. Bring the country girl to the hood and she be getting all ghetto up in my ass,” Miles jokes.

  “Shut up,” I say, and then kiss him.

  We start to make out while blocking out everything else around us. I let Miles take whatever he wants from me, and I know it’s from a mixture of liquid courage and pride running through my veins.

  “You’re a fight away. Let’s go, Miles, boy. You drew Tucker,” Lance announces.

  The small crowd around us starts to hoot and holler at the mention of Miles and fighting. He slides us off the car and then turns around and places me back on it. He reaches down and kisses me hard this time.

  “Tommy. Luke. You don’t leave her side,” he demands.

  “I love you, Miles.”

  “Love you too, crazy girl,” he says as he tears his shirt off over his head.

  That sexy motherfucker. Not only is he clearly the hottest man here, but now he’s shirtless and apparently the crowd favorite. I will claw out eyeballs for that man.

  “You’ve never seen a fight?” Luke asks.

  “No,” I shake my head.

  “You don’t come from this, do you?”

  I shake my head no again.

  “He really fucking loves you,” Luke says.

  “Is he gonna get hurt?” I ask.

  “Naw. Not too bad.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Watch and you’ll see.”

  Luke stands to the right side of me and leans back against the hood. He has no tattoos and is very clean shaven, but covered in bruises and small cuts. He must be a fighter, too. There is sadness in his eyes and a haunting chill in his voice labeling his very lost soul fighting for its way home. Everyone has a story to tell, and it’s not a matter of if it’s told, but rather when.

  My attention is drawn back to the fight when I hear the crowd erupt from the other side and I finally see this Tucker. My gut does a fucking cartwheel when I see just how ginormous this Tucker is. Well over six feet tall and built like a brick shit house.

  “That’s who he’s fighting?” I exclaim.

  “Calm your shit, Goldilocks,” Lance hollers back at me.

  Luke turns to look at me. “He’s beaten this joker three times before.”

  Miles enters the makeshift ring and our side of the crowd goes fucking nuts. I sit frozen, unable to think, let alone cheer for my boyfriend to get his shit beat up by Tucker. Along with the two fighters, there are also two other men in the ring. All four of them hold a discussion for several minutes. It’s impossible to hear what’s being said. I assume they’re stating the rules.

  Fuck! I wish I would have paid attention to the other fights instead of sucking face with Miles. I don’t even know how the hell a fight is won.

  “Luke, how do you win one of these?”

  “They go until there’s a knockout.”

  “Fuck him up, Miles,” a voice roars from the back.

  Miles totally transforms in the ring and he literally breaks my heart for the first time. I don’t see this glorious fighter like the rest of the crowd, instead I see a young boy scrapping for survival. I’m only able to focus on a man who loathes his past and his roots, but who is too prideful to turn his back on it. I see the kid who still eats cereal in his bed and collects fortune cookies. The part that hurts the most is I remember the carefree man who lived life Colorado, but I no longer see him in front of me.

  Tucker throws the first punch, which Miles narrowly dodges, and hooks Tucker with a right upper up in the side when he comes back up. Tucker quickly regains his balance and lunges for Miles again. This time he connects, sending Miles backwards with the force. Miles never loses his footing, but is throttled hard by the punch. After the punch, Miles goes ballistic, throwing and landing punches. The first sight of blood is too much for me to handle. I bury my face in Luke’s back, not wanting to know whose blood is lying on the ground or eventually whose body will be on the ground.

  “He’s got this, kid,” Lance assures me.

  “Tell me when it’s over.”

  I keep my face hidden by Luke’s back and let the roars of the crowd tel
l me everything I need to know. Finally I hear our side go wild and Luke tells me it’s safe to look.

  I peek up from my hiding spot and see Miles with his hands raised up and Tucker on the ground. Silently, I thank God for the victory, but not for the sight and feelings I just went through.

  “What a fucking cunt. She doesn’t deserve Miles if she can’t even watch him fight,” I hear a voice from the left of me.

  Turning to look, wouldn’t you know Blondie couldn’t leave it alone.

  “Excuse me?” I shout.

  “You heard me. You don’t deserve him, princess.”

  “Fuck you,” I spit.

  “That’s all you have. Where’s Daddy’s money to save you?”

  “You don’t know shit. Shut the fuck up.”

  Blondie takes a step closer to the car and strikes gold. “I know how it feels to be fucked by Miles night after night.”

  Her words send me flying off the car. I hear Luke yelling at me in the distance, but can’t stop myself from going for her throat. I catch the bitch off guard, sending her flying to the ground, and I follow suit, swinging my arms the whole time. I can feel my knuckles connecting with her face and hear the crunch of her bones. Someone pulls me by the hair, trying to pry me off of her.

  I hear Luke roar, “Let go of her now. Get your fucking hands off her.”

  At first, I think he’s talking to me, but then I feel the pressure ease up on my head. In the next moment, I feel strong arms wrap around me and try to drag me off Blondie. I keep swinging, not wanting to miss an opportunity of pounding the memory of her taunting me with the fact she fucked Miles night after night. I’m losing ground with the force pulling me from the fight. Not ready to give up, but knowing that I’m about to lose contact, I spit in her face. The crack whore tries to sit up once my body is lifted off hers, so I start kicking as I’m drug away.

  In the distance, I hear Luke. “Why the fuck are you pulling on a woman’s hair?”

  Then I hear more bones crunching and wince, knowing that Luke is taking care of whoever decided to pull my hair.

  “Let go of me,” I scream.

  Tommy releases me and I go back for the blonde, but before I get anywhere, I feel an arm wrap around my middle. “Easy, Rocky.”